Lecture XI
> “And, to spirit ears loud ringing, > Now the new-born day is springing. > Rocky portals clang asunder, > Phoebus' wheels roll forth in thunder. > What a tumult brings the light! > Loud the trump of dawn hath sounded, > Eye is dazzled, ear astounded, > The Unheard no ear may smite.”[^1]
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